In front of the main hall, on the bluestone slab, Ruan Yuyi knelt on the bluestone slab, and Mu Xiang, who accompanied her, knelt behind her, holding an umbrella for her.

Xu Shitian took pity on the little lady and collected some of the rain, but in the end it was late autumn, and the cold air penetrated through the fabric and penetrated into her bones. Even if it was only for a while, it hurt to be stabbed by the cold.

If you are a higher person in the palace, you can crush people, and Concubine Shu intends to beat her, but she has dodged once, and she may not be able to hide next time.

The rain was still dripping down, and the cool breeze brought a slightly fishy smell in the soil.

Her face became paler and paler, and she felt unbearable abdominal pain, with a dull pain of falling. She pressed her upper abdomen slightly, knowing that it was the menstrual affair. She couldn't bear the pain, cold sweat was already pouring from the corners of her forehead, and she moved impatiently.

Yiqingyue's female voice came from far to near, "Didn't my sister become a palace concubine?" What is this commit, how is it kneeling here? Zhaorong spoke mockingly, standing still in front of her.

She went to the new emperor to ask for advice, but he was still indifferent and did not let go. She was holding her breath, and when she happened to pass by here, she saw Ruan Yuyi's appearance, so naturally she didn't have a reason not to sneer.

She looked at Ruan Yuyi, her expression was the usual arrogance.

The news that Ruan Yuyi was placed outside the palace before also reached her ears. Although he didn't know why he was connected to the palace again, Zhaorong thought that the little royal brother just fell in love with her skin, rather than treating her sincerely, otherwise why did he treat her so coldly?

Zhaorong was happy.

It is easy to grow old, and it is difficult for Israel to serve the king for a long time, if she is thrown in the palace to suffer, I am afraid that it will be worse than being the wife of the idiot in Chengfu.

Ruan Yuyi was in a trance by the abdominal pain, and she only knew that the eldest princess was in front of her, but she couldn't even hear what she was saying.

Mu Xiang stepped forward on her knees and hugged her, her eyes full of worry.

After her young lady fell into the water in the Shenghe Temple last time, Yue Xin was not allowed, and her current appearance must be menacing.

Ruan Yuyi hung her head, Zhaorong couldn't see her expression, didn't see her reply, just thought that she had pressed her, and even lowered her voice and said, "Sister, don't look at this imperial city Qionglou Yuyu, do you know how many dry bones are buried underneath this?" ”

Appearance is the most unbearable thing, the situation in the palace changes, who knows if the pink and glamorous concubine the day before will be the most terrifying appearance on the beams of the house the next day.

Mu Xiang couldn't react, and was snatched away by Zhaorong from the umbrella in his hand, and handed it to Bai Lotus on the side, "Since you have been punished, you have to look like you have been punished, how can you still hold the umbrella and suffer this comfort." ”

Bai He understood and threw the oil-paper umbrella to the ground. In a few moments, the umbrella bone was broken, piercing the surface of the umbrella painted with the red plum.

The dilapidated umbrella was casually thrown in the distance.

The raindrops mixed with the coolness of late autumn hit Ruan Yuyi directly. After a while, her black hair and clothes were all wet, and a few locks of sideburns stuck to the side of her face, lining her like a person dyed in ink, and she would be scattered with the wind at the slightest touch.

Zhaorong stared for a while, chuckled a few times, and walked away on his forging shoes.

At this moment, she couldn't tell whether the cold air on her knees was more painful, or her lower abdomen hurt more, she said chaotically, "Mu Xiang, you go to find Your Majesty." She opened her lips slightly, gasping for a burning breath.

She really had nowhere to rely on but to turn to him for help.

In a trance, she thought that the man was a merry man in the name of the son of the world, who would put a big hat on her and take her to put Kong Ming lanterns. But he forgot that under the warm skin, the one who is impersonal, cold and ruthless is the real him.

Mu Xiang got the order, hurriedly wanted to go, and paused again, "Little master, are you really okay?" She didn't feel comfortable leaving the young lady here alone.

She shook her head slightly, clenched the dress on her lower abdomen, and her fingertips whitened.

He'll come. She thought so.

Mu Xiang no longer hesitated, turned around and ran in the direction of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

In fact, there is no other way at the moment, but fortunately, at that time, it was Ruan Yuyi who was named and punished by Concubine Shu, and Mu Xiang could still take advantage of a loophole and leave.

After watching the excitement, the concubines of Chonghua Palace felt bored after a few rounds of talking, and they went back to their respective palaces. When they passed by, there were not many who hid their mouths and laughed.

It's just that at this time she was in a terrible pain, and their laughter fell into her ears, which was actually no different from the sound of rain.

In the palace, Concubine Shu picked up the fruit in the porcelain plate, put it to her lips, and took a bite, the juice burst out, and her mouth grease fell into her mouth.

The palace people who were sent out to check Ruan Yuyi's situation hurriedly entered, and said, "Niangniang, the palace maid of Ruan Cairen doesn't know where she went, and she is drenched in the rain." ”

Concubine Shu's eyebrows frowned, and the action of wanting to bite down again was frozen, and after a moment of silence, she said lightly, "You went to send an umbrella, if it is inconvenient for a talented person to hold an umbrella, stand by her side for a while." After half an hour, he sent the man back. ”

"Yes." The palace maid retreated.

Concubine Shu took the handkerchief, wrapped the fruit that she had bitten into, put it on a few cases, and picked up a new one.

But he said that Mu Xiang walked to the Heart Cultivation Palace, and most of the clothes on his body were wet, and he walked into the dry place under the eaves, but he couldn't take a slow breath. Seeing Wen Pheasant, who was guarding by the door, he stepped forward to explain the matter in a few words, and proposed that the young lady wanted to see the emperor.

Wen Pheasant saw from a distance that it was Ruan Yuyi's servant, so she didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly said, "Let our family go in and spread the word." ”

Mu Xiang bowed his head, looked at the door of the temple closed, and couldn't help but take a step forward.

After a while, the door opened again, and Mu Xiang greeted him and asked, "What does Your Majesty say?" ”

Wen Pheasant avoided her anxious gaze and remained silent, only shaking her head twice.

He repeated Mu Xiang's words to the new emperor, but he only wrote a meal, and asked Wen Pheasant not to bother him with the chores of the harem at will.

Her heart sank, and she grabbed Wen Pheasant's sleeve, "Can you let me go in and talk to Your Majesty?" "But the young lady is still waiting in the cold rain in front of the Chonghua Palace, how can she be delayed.

He looked embarrassed, "Miss Muxiang, it's not that our family doesn't help you, but the thoughts of His Majesty, and our family can't control it." Didn't you say that Ruan Cairen asked Concubine Shu to be punished? Why don't you beg the mother directly. ”

Mu Xiang glanced at the closed door of the hall, gritted his teeth, and turned to leave again.

Wen Pheasant looked at the departing back and sighed lightly. It's strange that talented people are confused, how did they get involved with Hu Ren, and they happened to bump into His Majesty's heart knot.

If it weren't for that, this Ruan Cairen would probably be a favorite harem character.

In the hall, Jiang Huaiyang's eyes fell on the folds, and only some trivial things that could be hurried or delayed were described on it, and the more he looked at it, the more unpleasant he became, and his heart was depressed and uneasy, so he put pen to paper and wrote down a few Zhu characters.

The rain outside seemed to suddenly become heavier, and the raindrops hit the eaves with a muffled and noisy sound, causing his brows to frown deeper and deeper, and his forehead to jump suddenly. He rubbed his fingers.

He clenched the pen in his hand, forcing himself to calm down.